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By the enthusiastic greeting from the fae-hound it would appear Than was mostly unharmed. She returned the hug, but released the pup far quicker then she would have done normally. Now was certainly not the time for lengthy cuddles. Perhaps later.

She hadn't really expected Than to know what was going on, but all the same she frowned at his response, painted lips curling in a grimace. "Nope, they're definitely not shoppers." 'Badlings' just about summed them up.

Another bold heartless was creeping closer, and following Than's lead she aimed a hearty kick at the thing, launching it back into another of the beasts, and the both of them promptly disappated. "At least they're easy to kill." Which was poor comfort, considering how quickly the damn things seemed to multiply.

Part of Edgar wanted to talk to the others, though there was little to say. Easier to simply remain quiet and focus at the task at hand. Silently wishing the others luck and safety, he grabbed the nearest thing he could find, flinging it at a shadowling. It completely missed the one he had aimed for, but out of sheer dumb luck, hit another. It still felt like an act of futility, but jackdamn it, he was still going to fight.

So much for her good day.... Miyuki sidestepped as more of the little shadow creatures appeared, blocking her way to the exit. Pausing, she spared the cat girl a deadpan look with one raised eyebrow. "Icy? And a good hit would have actually done more than shoo this annoying thing." Keeping an eye on the gathering creatures, Miyuki swiftly switched her new clothes into one of her three undamaged bags, unwilling to lose her purchases. Icy eyes became even colder though when she spotted a large hole in her newest skirt from the shadow creature. "So do you know what is going on here? She directed her question to the cat girl, attempting to analyze the situation. Now satisfied, Miyuki set the bags down behind her and against the wall. If she couldn't just leave, then she would make sure those nasty little things did not ruin her new purchases.

Out of necessity, she made sure to place herself near the other female, perhaps the chances would be better if she wasn't completely alone. Her short kimono was, at least not getting in her way and Miyuki found herself glad for her ever-present parasol. It might not be the best slashing weapon but it did have some reach and worked well if stabbed at her enemies. "I suppose," Miyuki paused a moment to destroy one creature with a well placed jab of her parasol. "This situation at least calls for an introduction. You may call me Miyuki Shirotama." Her polite if cool introduction was followed by her swiping the parasol in the direction of an oncoming creature. Her face showed little emotion as she pressed the attack, connecting with the creature before stepping back to her starting point. That was two down at least...unfortunately, Miyuki still had no clue how many more would come after these.

It had been an ordinary day, really. She'd had the day off from Madam Mutie's Finishing School for Ghouls due to a mysterious explosion in the center of the courtyard, covering the area in a mysterious veneer of pink foam.

Huh. Who could that have been?

As a result, Vi had pocketed her allowance and dashed off to the Maul-- while most of the shops were soooo not fashion-forward, the ghoul still enjoyed Halloweener Watching more than anything else in the world. Plus, the volatile ghul wasn't adverse to getting watched herself: today, she was decked out in a skirt that sparkled like one of those retro disco balls, covered by a candy-pink sweater with a glittery blue ankh (because ankhs were, like, totally good omens, and Vi knew she needed all the good omens she could get!), and a pair of striped thigh high socks that had the unfortunate tendency to slip down with how much running around she did.

She was smart enough to wear proper shoes, at least; black to accessorise with the spiked collar around her neck and the black and electric-blue knit hat hiding most of her cotton candy coloured hair.

The tiniest fashionista had decided that her day at the maul was coming to a close, and on a sheer whim, had decided to end her afternoon abroad with a soft pretzel.

Unfortunately, this whim would cost her a great deal. A tiny thing wandered up to her, jet-black like the smallest of shadows, with...unusually vivid yellow eyes. She had reached out a hand to pet it-- and then it had attempted to devour her hand. So, like any startled volatile ghul, Vi promptly exploded into smithereens, screaming all the while.

A few minutes later, the re-assembled parts would run into a certain hairwolf and starchild. In what appeared to be...mostly one piece. Mostly.

Vi cradled her head in her one attached arm, her...other hand in hand. ...Literally.

"Hi!"

It grinned wider if possible as its actions got him a whistle from the quite reaper, tipping its hat casually as he kicked another small shadow down. "Thank you, thank youuu~ Been a spectacular audience~" Another tip of the hat went towards the other reaper just because she went pink at its teasing; oh, this was just a fun lot! It even effected a bow just in time to watch the heartless disappear between its legs. "That's right!" he barked as he straightened up to give them an unkind gesture with his finger. "Back t'your scurry holes, the lot of you!"

It turned with an air of self importance, running a hand through its viney hair to fix it. "The name, in case you need it later . . . is . . . Touchstone." Dramatic pausing and everything. The malboro paused as its new soon-to-be friend waddled over to give it some well-needed attention."Ssss, that hits the spot . . . Thanks, mate -" Though it looked as though their moment of reprieve was shortlived as larger, bulkier versions of the heartless began to materialize. Given how bad the small ones were, one would think Touchstone should take a break before it got knocked senseless.

Hilarious.

"A'ight, back in the fray. Keep up the good work, ah . . . Toss me your name would ya?" he said to the demon with an eager-to-get-to-battling look. It only was a second before the malboro was tossing itself against the enemy, all punches and kicks and writhing vines and chomping teeth. It was an animal - and it would have considered that a compliment if heard.

"You hear that, beasties? MY. NAME. IS. TOUCHSTONE!"

It blasted a visible puff of toxic breath in triumph and glee.

((Another round, let's see how Edgar does this time around. Editing.))

"...This can't possibly end well."



After the ickycom messaged finished(not that he could really make out what had been said), for a moment, things grew quiet and Edgar found himself hoping that they were gone. Unfortunately, things rarely went as one hoped, and this wasn't one of the rare moments.

These shadowlings seemed more aggressive, and were certainly stronger. The zomboil found himself noting as he managed to shove the one attacking him away, though he did not escape it unscathed. As he noticed his torn sleeve, he muttered a curse that was not very polite for anyone(let alone someone his age) to utter.

Kari was speechless as the... thing... gave an overconfident and flamboyant introduction, the cut on her arm forgotten in her surprise. She had been talking to the one who'd almost ran into her... but this one, Touchstone, had apparently thought the question had been directed at them. Before the ghoul could reply, Touchstone began his rampage on the shadowlings. They were good, she noted as the black creatures went down one after another. Seeing a break in the action, she took the chance to reply.

"I apologize... I was asking the ghoul that had whistled at me her name, since I hadn't gotten it... but since you gave me your name, it's only fair that I should give you mine. I'm Kari, nice to meet you", she replied with a cautious hand extended in greeting.